Ages of the Titans in current chapter:
Raven: 17
Beast Boy: 16
Robin: 17
Starfire: 17
Cyborg: 19
'Thinking'
"Talking"

Disclaimer: I don't own shit but the plot and my own characters!

WARNING: Mentions of underage drinking ahead!

Recommended song(s) to listen to this chapter: Never Gonna Leave This Bed by Maroon 5

NO POV

Beast Boy and Raven stumbled into the Titans' commons room while having a conversation filled with a drunken slur, yelling and giggling every so often. The two teens had just gotten back from a party, everyone had been celebrating the defeat of the Brotherhood of Evil. Unsurprisingly, somebody had spiked the all of the community punch bowls. In turn, a good 90 percent of the party's attendees were drunk, Raven and Beast Boy being two of them. At the time the two heroes had left, Cyborg had been drunkenly telling Yo Mama jokes, Starfire had been puking in one of the bathrooms, and Robin, having had way too much to drink, was unconscious on a table with an empty punch bowl upon his head. There was little chance that anyone else would come back to the Tower at that point.

"You know," Beast Boy hiccuped, "Wouldn't Cy look really good with, like, hair?" He gestured his hands around wildly without a pattern.

"What do you mean that Cyborg would look good with hair? That's ridicu-"

Raven staggered and fell, but before she could hit the ground, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Beast Boy pulled her up and there they stood, face-to-face. In their intoxicated state, the two unconsciously started to lean in. Before either party could consciously think about what was going on, their lips had met in but a brush of lips. Both Titans shuddered at the explosion of sensations that they felt from the touch and the two pulled apart. Raven smiled shyly and touched her lips gently, the shock still present. Beast Boy got over the initial shock of the first kiss fairly quickly and slammed their lips together. The teens fell into a slight rhythm without having to say or do anything to hint at one.

Raven didn't want to admit it, but it almost felt like they fit together like a glove. For a while, the only sound was the Titans' breathing. But, before they could go further into the kiss any more than they already had, Beast Boy put his hands on Raven's shoulders and gently pulled back to break the kiss.

He looked down at the annoyed former Azarathian below him. She had changed over the years, but not enough to make a big difference; she had gained curves, just enough to define her slim, but still muscular body when she took off her signature robe, which was rare, of course. Her breasts had grown as well, much to the at-the-time terribly hormonal Beast Boy's dismay. Her raven-black hair fell down a bit below her shoulder blades, like it once had when she temporarily became White Raven. She was at a permanent height of 5'6", her growth spurts were small, nothing more than a few quarter inches.

During the same time, of course, Beast Boy himself had changed as well; much more than Raven had, that was for sure. To his delight, his voice was deeper, more suave, so unlike the squeaky voice he had in his early teens. He was the second tallest Titan, measuring at a large height of 6'4" (the tallest Titan being Cyborg, who was 6'5", much to Beast Boy's displeasure). He knew it would only be a matter of time; his late father told him that he went through the same transformation: being very short throughout his time as a preteen before finally shooting up the scale in his high school years. For Beast Boy, the fact that he wasn't lanky anymore was the best thing about him aging, having finally gained visible muscle after all those years of training and fighting the forces evil.

"Raven, do you really want to do this kind of stuff with me? After all, as long as we've known each other, you've never been the biggest Beast Boy fan," he asked softly, letting his words settle in the half-demon's brain.

Raven arched a playful eyebrow and giggled in a way that reminded Beast Boy of bells, "Who says I'm not a Beast Boy fan? For all you know, I could be the President of the Official Beast Boy Fan Club."
Beast Boy grinned largely, "Well let's see here," he rubbed his chin like he was in thought, "What about all those times you've thrown me out of various windows?" Raven giggled again but stayed silent, making Beast Boy grin larger; if that was even possible.

He leaned closer to the half-demon, hovering above her, "Or all the times you've insulted my jokes and/or sense of humor?"

He was now by her ear, nearly brushing it. Beast Boy could feel her breath against his cheek. "Or all the times you've made comments about me not being as intelligent as you, a person who reads books about nearly every subject, day in and day out, only to suck up all the information like a sponge?"

Raven rolled her eyes and pulled away from the green teenager, but still smiled ever so slightly, "I'll give you an apology if it would make you feel better." The boy in question smirked deviously, a small plan somehow forming in his highly intoxicated state.

He leaned closer and turned her chin back making the Azarathian face him, "I'll take this as my apology then." Before she could question him, he brushed his lips against hers, making Raven arch her brow; this was the boy was who was worried about the situation in the first place. But a quick as the kiss had started, it had stopped. Beast Boy stepped back and stretched his arms above his head, "It's been a long day anyway and I'm beat," he faux-yawned, "I guess I'll just hit the sack." He started to walk away when he felt something hit the back of his head. He looked back and saw Raven trying to look as innocent as possible, but failing miserably in her drunken state.

"Did you just use your magic voodoo to throw something at me?"

Ignoring his question and his incorrect term usage, Raven's eyebrow raised, she cocked her hip and rest her hand there, "Who said I even gave you my apology?"

Beast Boy shrugged and smirked, "Dunno, thought the kiss was enough."

"Well, why don't you come over here so I can give you a few more apologies?" As Raven said this, she gave a 'come-hither' motion in Beast Boy's direction.

Beast Boy smiled; that was all the confirmation he needed. Inside, Beast Boy was ecstatic that the girl that he had a crush on for years was actually willing to kiss him. He walked back over and crashed his lips against hers, sliding his arms around her waist to get her closer. She laced her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. After hitting the point of needing air, the two broke apart, gasping for air. Beast Boy smiled connivingly, and before Raven could question him, he picked Raven up and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed and laughed loudly, playfully pounding on his back with her fists. Beast Boy chuckled and using the wall as support, was able to walk towards his room. Raven was still on his shoulder as they arrived at his door; Beast Boy quickly pushed in his code and walked inside, closing the door behind him.

I'm going to leave what happened next to your imagination. Unless, of course, enough of you can convince me otherwise.

Raven woke up to annoying seagulls sounding off around the tower.

'By the gods, my head hurts.'

Her head was pounding and her mouth felt extremely dry. Not to mention her body was sore and stiff. She could barely make out the fact that she was laying in a bed.

'Veto that thought, everything hurts...'

She sat up slowly, letting her body adjust to the movement. But alas, even at her pace it made her queasy and made her muscles scream in distress. After a ridiculous amount of effort, she was able to open her heavy eyes slowly. It a minute or so for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room she was in, which meant she couldn't see and everything looked blurry.

She groaned quietly and placed a gentle hand on her forehead. She used her other hand to try to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Finally, when shapes were at least visible, she looked at her surroundings. Her blurry eyes took in a shelf, a closet door, a poster of a scantily clad woman.

'Wait, what?!'

Raven took a closer look at the room. Her eyes widened remarkably when she realized she was not in her room, but in Beast Boy's instead. The poster, along with a hamper that had clothes both in and around it, the latter having mostly green clothing in it, gave a clear indication that obviously she was in the green-skinned teenager's room.

'Alright, now that I know where I am, how did I get here?'

As she looked around the room, she slowly became aware of how cold she was. Raven shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. She gasped lightly when she felt her arms touch her bare chest. She unwinded her arms and let her arms roam around her body, discovering very quickly that she was, in fact, naked.

And sore.

In Beast Boy's room.

'Oh no...'

She jumped and gasped lightly when she heard a groan followed by feeling a strong arm wrapping tightly around her thighs and a firm chest brush against her right thigh. She looked down at the arm, cursing as she saw its color, green. The owner of said arm was an unconscious Beast Boy. With a blush, she quietly lifted up Beast Boy's side of the blanket. Raven blushed even harder when she found he was naked as well.

'At this point, I'm not even surprised…'

The evidence gave her no doubts; Raven had slept with Beast Boy.

She sighed quietly and slowly exited the hold Beast Boy had on her thighs. As she made to stand up, she winced at the pain between her legs. Wobbling and limping with each step, Raven gathered the scattered pieces of her clothing around the room. She heard shifting on the bed and remembered that she had to deal with Beast Boy. Sighing quietly, Raven put her hand lightly on his forehead and used her powers to block any memory he had of intimacy with her besides hugging. With that, she hobbled out of Beast Boy's room, silently closing the door behind her.

Despite her disabilities, Raven got to her room in record time. She threw her clothes into her laundry basket and entered into her personal bathroom that Cyborg installed in every personal quarter as they had gotten older. She turned on the shower and as waited for the temperature to rise, she grabbed painkillers from her cabinet and gulped them down with a glass of water she kept on the side of the sink. She stepped into the shower and hissed as a stinging hit her back. Raven faced her back to the mirror and gasped when she saw jagged scratch marks all over her back. She slightly turned her head, a huge bite mark on her shoulder. There were scratches down her sides as well. It looked like an animal had attacked her. She smiled slightly as she inspected his handy work.

'I've got to admit it, he was thorough about it.'

Raven usually thought about the meaning of life, emotional issues, and such when she was in the shower, but she never got to think about the consequences of being so intimate with Beast Boy. As she reached for her soap, things suddenly became hot. Her vision flashed a blinding white. She could not see at all. She leaned against the wall trying to find something to grasp. Mere moments later, images started to fly before her gaze.

The first set of images was of she and Beast Boy during their little "incident". Raven squinted and grew dizzy and nauseous, most of the images were blurry, jumbled, and would not have made sense if she was not aware of the situation.

The next set showed her in the present, a frozen image, as if someone else was watching her from their eyes. Her stomach was transparent, showing two small hearts beating.

The last set was of Raven, looking tired and exhausted, not much older than what she was at the present. The image was focused on her, holding two small bundles in my arms; one was pink, the other, blue.

Her vision flashed white one last time before fading back to normal.

Raven collapsed, making her slam against the bottom of the shower. She drew one arm around her stomach protectively, the opposite hand was pressed against her chest. She was breathing shallow and her heart was pounding violently from the shock she was made aware of. Eventually, she forced her body and mind to calm down enough to turn off and exit the shower.

'I'm pregnant. More specifically, I'm pregnant with Beast Boy's children.'

The thought made her panic again. When she tried to take a deep breath, she had to throw her body against the toilet as she vomited, either from panic or her hangover.

Karma always seemed to work in negative ways for her, she was a virgin prior to the night before.

'Okay, I need to calm down... panicking any more than this could harm the children...'

She flushed the toilet, sat herself up and limped into her room. She went to her closet and grabbed a black duffle bag. With great effort and a large amount of magic, she enchanted it, making the carrying capacity infinite but the weight staying as if it were empty. The only downside was the limit in size, objects had to be able to fit in the bag's hole, so she could not bring a TV, not that she had one.

She had decided to leave, the Tower, the Titans, all of it. If she did not, things could become complicated. Problems could arise like Beast Boy denying the children or Raven getting sent off to Titans East. She wanted Beast Boy to have a good life; one without the complication of children from a drunken one-night stand in it. She may have acted like she hated Beast Boy in the past, but in truth, she was in love with him. He was always there for her, no matter how much she figuratively pushed him away or literally made him fly out windows. She had an unspoken admiration to him for that.

Not being able to take any more of the pain of trying to walk, Raven floated into the commons room. She grabbed a piece of paper and a writing utensil. She quickly jotted down a note and placed her communicator at the bottom. She made her way through the Tower, remembering all of the fun moments she shared with the team. She made it to the roof and flew off of and away from the building. With tears in her eyes, she glanced one last time at the place she had called home since she was 13 years-old.

With a small shake of her head to snap her out of her trance, she flew away from the Teen Titans' Tower.

Flew away from the Titans.

From her friends.

From Starfire, Robin, Cyborg.

From Beast Boy.

From home.

Beast Boy yawned loudly and stretched. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and scratched He lazily got out of bed, though he glanced down when his boys down there felt like they were a little too free.

'Why am I in my birthday suit?' he thought to himself; well, that was until the smell of his room hit him.

'AWE YEAH! BEASTIE GOTS LAID,' he mentally howled in celebration.

He sniffed his room´s scent again and another thought came to him, 'Who's the lucky lady that got a piece of this rooster?' He giggled to himself, 'Rooster! Good one, BB!'

He tried to remember what happened, but all that came was him going to the party and how oddly bitter the fruit punch was. With the inference that he had been intoxicated the night before, Beast Boy smiled at the thought of his genetic inability to get a hangover. Eventually, Beast Boy shrugged off finding an answer to whom he was intimate with and he took a quick shower, got dressed, and went into the commons room. As he went to the kitchen to get some breakfast for himself, Beast Boy found that on the counter sat a piece of paper with a communicator on top of it. He raised a brow, wondering what the note was about.

He picked it up and read:

Dear Titans,
By the time you read this note, I will already be gone. I need you to know that I left with good cause, not because of selfishness or disregard for the team. Don't try to look for me, because you won't find me. Please, move on. I wouldn't want you to be hung up on me and my leaving when there's a world to protect.
I'm sorry it had to end this way.
-Raven

When he finished reading, Beast Boy sat for a moment, allowing the words on the page settle into his brain. He picked up the communicator that he had moved to read the note and rubbed it with his finger longingly. The girl he loved was gone, and there was nothing he could have done nor nothing he could do.
When Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg arrived at the Tower later in the day, obviously hungover, Beast Boy was looking out the windows longingly. In his hands, he held Raven's communicator and the note. His friends looked at their usually happy friend with curious eyes.

After a few more moments of silence, Robin cleared his throat, "Beast Boy, what's wrong?"

Beast Boy sighed, and without taking his eyes from the window, held out his arm with the note in his hand. Robin walked over and eyed the piece of paper for a moment.

"Read it, it's a note," Beast Boy grumbled, finally taking his eyes away from the window and onto the note that now in the Titans leader's hand. Robin eyed his teammate a moment before reading the note aloud. During this, everyone but Beast Boy's eyes widened considerably.

"We must find Friend Raven," Starfire cried, tears falling upon her face. Cyborg, who was in tears as well through his good eye, wrapped his large arm around Starfire's shoulders and nodded in agreement.

Beast Boy shook his head weakly, "She doesn't want us she did I would have let you know hours ago." The rest of the gang simply nodded, able to see where the green male was coming from. All of the Teen Titans but Raven and Beast Boy saw their infatuation for each other.

Beast Boy swallowed, trying to hold back tears, "We just have to hope that she'll come back one day…"